Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.